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Carrie's Revenge Part 1
Forcing one foot in front of the other, a step at a time she finally
made it down the stairs and to the dining room doorway; she paused outside
and desperately gathered her flagging courage before stepping into the
room. She blinked back the tears forming in her eyes, determined not to
lose her last shred of dignity and cry in front of everyone. Finally she
entered the room, and all eyes turned towards her. She could feel her face
flaming just at the thought that they knew what was coming.
She focused her attention on Henry, who held the power of both pain and
mercy over her. She approached him on legs gone rubbery and held out the
brush. "Here it is, sir," she said softly, forcing the words past the
tightness in her throat. She had never called him Dad, and usually called
him Henry, but when she was under punishment all he would accept was "sir".
Henry her step dad was an imposing figure. He intimated Carrie and
Carrie's weak mom. He was a big man with broad shoulders and powerful
muscular limbs. He had manly rough hands and occasionally Carrie or her
Mom would feel the back of those hands across their faces or worse. This
time, Carrie thought, might be a one of those "worse" times.
He took the brush and laid it down by his plate, then said, "You will
remove your dress and petticoats, and your shoes and stockings, then go
stand in the corner while I finish eating."
It was a family dinner with guests. Henry's buddy Ron was there with
his wife and teenaged kids, Lizzie and Kevin. Both of them went to
Carrie's school. Lizzie wasn't bad and was sort of a friend but Kevin was
obnoxious and often made fun of Carrie. He was one of those jerk kids who
made catcalls to any girl who he thought he could bully. Carrie was a
perfect victim. As she was often a victim of her step Dad's abuse she had
learned helplessness and bullies could smell that.
Still holding onto her resolve not to cry, she murmured, "Yessir," to
her powerful step dad then, staring at the floor to avoid having to see her
audience, she reached around and untied the bow on her dress, then fumbled
with the zipper, hating her awkwardness as she imagined everyone watching
her. Finally she slid the dress off her shoulders and stepped out of it.
Henry held out his hand for it with that arrogant scolding look on his
face. She gave it to him, then stepped out of her petticoats. Lastly she
removed her shoes and stockings, then stood
before Henry in camisole and pantalets.
"What's that you're wearing?" Henry demanded.
"It's ... it's my underwear, sir," she replied, terrified that he would
ask her to remove those last articles of clothing, also. To her relief,
Henry merely said, "Hang your clothes on the hatrack, then to the corner
with you."
He looked around the table making sure that everyone was seeing what a
tough character he was and then he looked at her and eyed her up and down
with a lustful stare. She hated him for that! That handsome arrogant face
violating her with his stare, She was use to it and her mother tried not to
notice. He had a square jaw covered with scruff and blue eyes. A few
tufts of hair poked out from the top of his shirt towards his neck, Carrie
understood why her Mom was attracted to him, but how could she have let in
such an A-hole into their lives just because he was hot? As she thought
about it, she grew angry and a slight vibration went through the house.
Carrie's Mom was the only other person to notice that shaking and she
shot Carrie and worried look. Carrie regained her well learned control and
the vibration stopped.
She took back her clothes from him and hung them as directed, then went
to stand in the corner. She stared at the wallpaper pattern that was quite
familiar to her. For infractions at the dinner table she was always sent
to stand in this very corner and wait for Henry to finish his dinner before
paddling her.
She tried to get her mind off her upcoming ordeal, but there wasn't much
chance of that with the turn the dinner table conversation took at that
point. "Henry," his buddy Ron said, "I take it you mean to spank the girl
with that hairbrush?"
"That's right," Henry agreed.
"I would have thought she was too old for that."
"If she acts like a child, I punish her like one. Anyway, I really
don't see why I should quit using a method that really works just because
Carrie had a
few birthdays in the meantime. Spankings have been extremely effective
in making her better behaved."
Ron was another macho type father. He wasn't as scruffy as Henry and
was a bit more lean, He also kept himself in shape and was known to be
quite the "DILF".
Henry continue to boast to the crowd; "Well, the punishment has to be
severe to make the proper impression. Which is why, as you're about to
see, I spank
her hard and long. And most important, I always spank her on the bare
bottom."
Carrie's last hope of preserving a shred of modesty flew out the window,
and she bit her lip hard to keep the tears back. The vibration in house
happened again, this time some dishes rattled in the cupboard and the light
fixture hanging above the dining room table swayed ever so gently. Carrie
closed her eyes and tried to control herself.
It was awful, listening to them chat about her as if she wasn't even
there, in a tone of voice that might be used to discuss the weather.
Kevin, her obnoxious teenaged schoolmate , broke in excitedly. "You
mean she'll have to pull her pants down?" he exclaimed.
"That's right," Henry agreed.
"Can I watch?" His eagerness was obvious.
"If it's okay with your parents, it's okay with me. The humiliation of
baring her bottom is part of Carrie's punishment. And of course, the
strokes just plain hurt
more on bare skin. Plus, I like to be able to see the effect the swats
are having. I never tell her ahead of time how many she'll get, I just
paddle her until her bottom is the shade of red I think she deserves."
Carrie was practically choking on her humiliation by this time. It was
all she could do to keep from running out of the room. What did she do to
deserve this? She wished she could escape but how would a teenaged girl
survive out there by herself. She depended on this abusive creep to live!
She wished she could do something! Well she could. She could use her
telekinesis but that thought was terrifying to her. She had learned many
years ago that if she lost control of her powers it was very hard to regain
them. And she could do a lot of damage.
"Well", Ron acknowledged, "I guess it would be instructive for Kevin --
for all of us, for that matter -- to take a lesson in how to discipline a
willful girl like Carrie. Not that I'll ever have to use what I've
learned, of course; Kevin's too sensitive to need more than a scolding, and
I don't remember that last time Lizzie has misbehaved."
"Yeah right!", Carrie thought, "Kevin the obnoxious bratty high school
jock is sensitive? Thats a laugh."
And Ron was obviously a pervert too. He also probably loved the idea of
seeing her naked. She closed her eyes again and she felt the house moan
and creek as her powers begged to be released.
The dinner conversation turned to other things and Carrie stared at the
wall. She hated the way henry lorded over everything. She clenched her
fists as the men talked about sports and how tough they were. She waited
hoping this would be over it but still dreading the next moment.
She heard the scrape of Henry's chair legs then, and finally he said in
a very authoritative voice , "Carrie, front and center."
With her gaze carefully fixed on the floor, Carrie approached him, her
innards twisting with fear and shame. He had pulled his chair well back
from the table and sat there awaiting her.
"Stand over here," he commanded, motioning to a spot in front of him.
She went to the indicated spot and stood facing him, head hanging, still
fighting tears and
trying to control her trembling.
"Carrie, I've warned you about using foul language, and today I hear you
using the foulest. You've insulted our guests What do you have to say for
yourself?"
"I'm very sorry, sir," she mumbled.
"Speak up, so everyone can hear you."
"I'm s-sorry, sir," she repeated more loudly, anxiety making her start
to stutter.
"And what do you think I should do about it?" he asked.
Her earlier obedience training held true, and as she had been taught she
said, "I think you sh-should use the b-brush to spank me v-very h-h-hard
---" she paused, fighting for control -- "very h-hard on the b-bare
bottom." She could hear a snicker behind her, Kevin's or Ron's.
"I intend to do just that," Henry replied sternly. "I intend to teach
you a good lesson and spank you until you are scarlet. Do you understand?"
"Y-yes, sir."
"Very well. Fetch the brush."
She had to turn back to face her audience in order to go get the brush
off the table, but she kept her eyes lowered as she picked it up and
brought it back to Henry. He took it, then said, "Hands on your head."
She laced her fingers and put them on her head. She was shivering now
from fear, but she tried to control it. Henry balanced the brush on one
knee, then reached forward for the waistband of her drawers.
It was just too much to think of being bared in front of the assembled
guests. Carrie's self-control broke, and she took a step backwards. The
house rattled violently. The Light fixture swung.
"Carrie!" her mom shouted! Get a hold go yourself.
A look of amazement crossed Henry's face; He barely noticed the noises
around him but instead focussed his attention on Carrie. He'd become so
accustomed to total obedience that this breech truly surprised him. "Step
back here this minute!" he snapped.
Carrie knew she had made a mistake, but she was still paralyzed with
anxiety. She couldn't seem to keep herself from saying, "Please, sir, let
me keep them on"
"I can see that you need a refresher course in obedience, and I intend
to give you one!" Henry shouted angrily. He rolled up his sleeves
revealing his muscular hairy forearms.
"Rest assured that you'll pay for your defiance! Now get back here!"
It was hopeless; there was to be no mercy. She faced her fate and
stepped back towards him. He reached for her underpants, and she held
still, shivering and sniffling. She closed her eyes and felt the waistband
of her drawers sliding down her bottom and then down her thighs, finally
forming a loose hobble around her ankles. She felt the cool air on her
newly exposed parts. How horrible to be exposed like this! To have her
dignity just stripped away. "How would he like it?", She wondered. She
suddenly had a vision of her macho step Dad being stripped naked in front
of everyone. It gave her a weird feeling deep down. She thought of the
other males in the room; "How would any of these Jerks like it?"
"Open your eyes," Henry ordered. She did, to find him looking steadily
but impassively at her body, naked from the navel down. There didn't seem
to be anything overtly sexual in his perusal; when he was stripping her for
punishment, he seemed to see her strictly as a naughty, spankable girl
-- but it was still hotly embarrassing to her to be so exposed before him.
And she knew he got off on it. She could just imagine the many eyes gazing
at her bared backside. At the thought of it two big tears finally
overflowed from her eyes and made their way down her face.
Henry picked up the brush again and said, "Now bend over my knee, young
lady, and present your bottom for its punishment."
Choking back a sob, she lowered herself across his strong legs in an
agony of reluctance.
"Are you ready?" Henry asked. This was a ritual question; the only
acceptable answer was the one she gave: "Yes, sir."
With that he raised the hairbrush high and brought it cracking down on
her left cheek. Despite her resolve not to cry out, she couldn't hold back
a small, strangled yelp. The vibrations started again. But there was no
time to gather herself together: The next blow came quickly, followed by
the next, as Henry applied one hard stroke after another .
Carrie's resolutions to preserve modesty and dignity were quickly
forgotten and
she began to twist and buck desperately -- not with an intent to escape
Henry's lap, which was absolutely impossible with his strong masculine
hold, but with the intent of at least diminishing the pain of the strokes.
The hairbrush easily followed her every movement, though, and the scalding
pain grew until Carrie was sure that the punished spot was going to burst
into flame.
The house started shaking again. Windows rattled some opened and
slammed shut. But no one noticed as all attention was on the helpless
teenaged girl getting thrashed by her macho disciplinarian.
The strokes finally ceased and the house stopped moaning, and then Kevin
breathed, "Wow! Thirty-seven swats! All hard ones, too! Is she ever
red -- on one side, at least! Are you going to do the other side?"
"Yes, after we've had our dessert," Henry answered confidently , his
friendly tone of voice belying the fact that he'd just delivered a scalding
spanking to the weeping girl draped across his lap. Carrie's tears came
fast upon hearing that she was going to have to go through this all over
again in just a little while.
"I'll bet that spot where you hit her is hot!" Kevin
added.
Through her misery Carrie heard the lustful rude men chuckle.
"Hot and red on one side, milky white on the other," Kevin said. "Puts
me in the mood for some cherry pie a la mode!"
There was more laughter at that, and then Henry said, "Kevin, do you
want to feel how hot her skin is?"
Carrie thought she would choke from the humiliation when she heard that,
but she didn't dare say a word. Kevin said, "Sure!" and she could hear him
getting
up and coming over. She couldn't hold back a gasp as she felt her
school mate's hand on her freshly spanked bottom -- both from the pain of
having anything touch such her raw skin, and from the acute shame of having
a horny teenaged boy's hand on her bare bottom. He would sure be bragging
to his buddies about this!
"It's hot, all right!" Kevin agreed after giving her butt a goof feel.
He even managed to slide a finger between her butt cheeks to her pure
mortification. "How would he like that?" she thought harshly and the anger
bubbled in her. She imagined running her fingers over his pert boy butt.
She wondered what it looked like. How would he like to be helpless while
somewhat felt up his ass? Again that weird feeling inside her. He
returned to his seat.
"All right, time for dessert," Henry continued.
"Carrie, back to your corner." Carrie stood stiffly and reached down to
pull up her drawers. "Leave those where they are," Henry ordered, leaving
Carrie to shuffle
awkwardly back to the corner, hobbled by her underwear, her well-spanked
bottom on display to all.
She stood there wiping her eyes and sniffling as she listened to the
sounds of dessert being served, gritting her teeth against the urge to
reach back and rub
some of the sting from her bottom. She didn't want to do it in front of
an audience, so she just had to stand there and bear the pain. It gave her
a feeling of unreality to listen to the normal, everyday noises of
silverware clinking
and dinner conversation going on while she stood half-naked and hurting.
She felt her powers rumbling inside her and she fought to keep them at bay.
The house shook and vibrated but amazingly no one else noticed.
Then Henry once again repositioned his chair and summoned her over.
This time she had to face the assembly with her lower half naked, and she
saw the lustful stairs of the men comfortably sitting there. A door
slammed somewhere and people jumped. Carrie's Mom gave her a worried look
and Carrie tried to calm down.
Still manacled by her underwear, she minced up to the table to fetch the
brush. Henry looked around and smiled and the admiration he was receiving
from the others then looked back at poor shuffling Carrie with her hands
over her groin.
"Put your hands on your head", he ordered when she was near him. "Don't
be shy now. Your just a naughty little girl. No need for modesty around
us adults" The men all laughed. The three of them stared lustfully at her
with huge smiles, sitting like kings in their seats.
Carie looked away from those smirking faces. The ladies in the room
looked on helplessly. Her mom had a sad worried look and Lizzy looked
angry. Carrie's anger started boiling too. Clearly all the women here
knew that these macho bastards were sick perverts revelling in the abuse of
a helpless teenaged girl. But was she really so helpless?
Henry then commanded her to repeat her request to be spanked hard, then
once again lay across his lap, deliberately placing her bottom back in
harm's way.
"No!" Carrie screamed. "No!"
Henry looked shocked. The guest all turned to him to see how he would
deal with this insolence. Doors slammed around the house. Dishes rattled.
The windows that were open slammed shut and the front door lock snapped
into place.
"You little brat" Henry growled and he stood up menacingly.
"You abusive Fuck" Carrie screamed and she pointed at him. Her powers
surging. Then something in her head snapped.
Henry's arms flew up. "What the fuck" he said as looked in awe at his
arms now high in the air. His flannel shirt started to open from the top
down, button after button popping. Henry looked down at his chest as his
hair covered pecks came in to view. Then his furry flat abdomen with a
thick hairs trail of running into his pants.
The guests were shocked and they stared as Henrys bare torso came into
view. Hands over his head. He looked at Carrie; "Whats happening?" he
shouted.
"Carrie please stop!", her mom shouted but it was too late.
"Ill tell you what's happening!" Carrie yelled back; "your about to get
whats coming to you! You are about to get a taste of your own medicine!"
"You little bitch!" he shouted back trying to pull his arms down. His
hairy pits looked sweaty.
His belt flew off. His fly zipper ripped open and down came his pants
revealing his muscular hairy legs. Then to his horror he felt his body
lift of the ground. "Whoa!" came out of his mouth as he kicked his legs.
He hovered in the air about two feet of the ground trying to regain his
balance. His pants dropped off. Socks pulled off. The group at the table
stared in amazement at the man clad only in his underwear was suspended
somehow above the floor.
Carrie smiled at her hated step Dad helplessly suspended almost naked.
He actually looked quite hot. She had never really noticed before what a
great body he had.
"Lets see how you like being exposed!" she said.
suddenly he fell bent over. He was now clearly being suspended from the
back of his underwear which was being held up by the invisible force and it
was pulling on him riding up his ass crack giving him the worse wedgie of
his life.
Carrie started laughing at the hilarious site of this muscular man
thrashing about his his ever stretching underwear digging into his ass
crack compressing his package. Two meaty hairy buttocks popped into view
as the material stretched to the breaking point.
"Ahh!" he moaned flaying his arms about.
Then RRRIPPP. The material gave way and the now completely naked man
crashed to the floor with a loud thud.
He quickly stood up. Clutching his genitals and backed away from the
table his back to the wall. He looked around at the shocked faces . He
obviously didn't know how to react to his suddenly naked status at the
dining room table where minutes before he was seated comfortably fully in
charge.
"Oh sorry", Carrie said with fake pleasantness "I'm afraid I cant allow
you any modesty. Don't be shy now. Your just a naughty little boy. No
need for modesty around us adults"
His hands flew to his head. His large penis dangled in the open. He
had bushy pubes and low hanging balls which were now displayed to the room.
His scrotum swung wildly as he desperately tried to pull down his arms.
Carrie laughed and looked around the room at the shocked dinner guests.
She reached down and pulled up her clothes and started to dress.
"Ok now, little boy, I want everyone to see your whole body. Up you go"
The naked man lifted off the ground and floated above the dining room
table, hands still on his head. He was stunned into silence and was
turning quite red. He started to rotate. His muscular body turned slowly
so that everyone could see every part of him. His large cock and balls
swayed as the rotated out of view and his broad shouldered back and hairy
muscle ass came into view. He looked down at the his shocked audience who
stared back up at him. He tried thrashing to escape this invisible force,
when he lifted his thighs he could feel his asshole opening and knowing all
assembled could see his most private part, he stopped moving and clenched
his ass cheeks tight. He continued to do his nude rotation while everyone
stared with mouthes open.
"Wow you have a big dick and balls" Carrie commented. She then asked
Ron's wife if Ron's genitals were as big.
This snapped everyone out of their trance. Ron turned to his wife in
panic and she turned back to him. She didn't answer Carrie's question.
"Well. I guess we will have to find out" Carrie laughed.
"We got to get out of here!" Ron suddenly shouted. He stood up knocking
his chair over and ran to the front door. His son Kevin got there first.
"It won't open!" Kevin shouted to his father.
"Oh you don't want to miss the show" Carrie said. "I'm just getting
started!"
Ron and Kevin turned back towards the table. The 3 women were still
sitting there staring at Henry who's nude body was now standing on the
table. Hands still on his head and his big genitals obscenely swinging in
the breeze. He didn't look so tough now. Carrie was standing at the end
of the table still pointing at him with a stern look.
He tried to turn and look at Carrie. He tried to regain some control
"Carrie! He shouted. I know your dong this somehow. Now stop it NOW!
Calm down! Lets talk about this! You need to control of your self !"
His legs were thrust apart and he almost lost balance. He now stood on
the table hands on his head, hairy legs wide apart so that his nuts dangled
wildly. He started to bend forward.
"You can't do this to me!" He shouted as he realized the position he was
assuming, "Im your step Dad! I'm the grown up!"
His legs wide apart and held straight and he was bending at the waste so
that his head was coming close to the table. This spread his buttocks
wide. His hairy crack spread open and he felt the cold air on his anus as
it was exposed to the room.
He now looked back at Carrie and the other women at the table from under
his wide spread legs past his swinging scrotum.
"Please stop" he sad to her now finally more meekly, "A man should never
be seen like this."
Carrie mocked back; "The humiliation of baring your bottom is part of
your punishment. And of course, the strokes just plain hurt more on bare
skin. Plus, I like to be able to see the effect the spanking. I won't
tell you ahead of time how many you'll get, I'll just spank you until your
bottom is the shade of red I think you deserve."
Henry looked forward at Ron and Kevin who were still across the room
staring helplessly. "Do something!" He shouted to them.
Ron looked at his son and mustered his courage, "I take it you mean to
spank Henry with with that hairbrush?" He said to Carrie as calm and
adult-like as he could.
"I would have thought he is too old for that. Maybe we could just all
sit down and talk this out."
Carrie did her best to parrot what Henry said earlier; "If he acts like
a child, I will punish him like one. I really don't see why I should quit
using a method that works just because he has had a few birthdays.
Spankings have been extremely effective in making silly boys better
behaved. No matter how old they are"
She looked at Ron and his teenaged son more closely. They were both
pretty hot. they both had sandy blond hair. Ron's was cut neatly short
but his teenaged son had longer hair which fell attractively over his ears.
Ron had a neatly trimmed beard. Both were in pretty good shape. Carrie
suddenly thought it was cute the way they seemed afraid of her. Quite a
difference from ten minutes ago when they were urging Henry on, enjoying
her humiliation.
"So while I'm spanking this naughty boy", Carrie continued, "I want you
two to go to that corner. The one that I had to stand in before. You
remember, I was standing there bare-assed while you laughed at me. I want
you both to go there and then take off all your clothes and stand facing
the wall until Im ready for you."
They both looked flabbergasted. "What?!" Ron said. He looked at the
ladies still sitting at the table who just looked back. No one knew what
to do.
"No fucking way!" Shouted Kevin.
The door behind them suddenly opened and slammed shut violently causing
everyone to jump.
"Ok!" Ron shouted and he grabbed his hesitant son by the arm and headed
for the designated spot.
"Carrie! You can't do this!" Henry yelled from between his spread legs
back at Carrie.
She looked at his open ass and dangling scrotum and smiled. "I'm sorry
Sir, but I just can't take you seriously looking at your hairy asshole like
this."
A widow flew open and in came the garden hose. It snaked through the
air towards the dining room table where Henry was doubled over ass high in
the air. He saw it coming and screamed "Nooo!"
The hose spun and knotted then then came down suddenly lashing Henry's
upturned buttocks.
He wailed. Everyone else screamed as a red lash mark formed across the
proud man's right butt cheek.
Then it came again followed by another agonized scream.
"You fucking BITCH!!" Henry screamed, "I'll kill you for this!!"
Then another lash! Then another.
His ass was covered with red angry lines.
He started to sob. The lashes continued. Henry was screaming in pain.
"YEOWWW!" He wailed pathetically as tears rolled down his handsome face.
Carrie's Mother suddenly stood up and shook Carrie by the shoulders;
"Stop!" she shouted.
The hose dropped. Henry collapsed to the table lying on his front
weeping into the table cloth.
Carrie took a deep breath and looked around the room. Her Mom was
standing beside her. Lizzie and her mother were still seated at the table
looking at the prone naked man with a fiery red ass face down lying on the
table.
Ron and Kevin were in the corner. Ron's shirt was open exposing his
lean muscular chest. He must have been starting to get undressed as
ordered. However, his son was fully dressed. Both staring fearfully at
the sobbing Henry.
Carrie felt so bad. She had failed miserably at controlling her powers.
Now everyone would know she was a freak. She was about run crying out the
room but then Henry rolled on to his back. He sat up covering his
genitals. You fucking slut bitch whore! He screamed. You witch slut! Ill
show you! He tried to stand.
Carrie facial expression changed again. The house started to creek and
rumble.
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